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  • Essay / Personal Narrative Essay: Growing Up in a Family

    He's white and I didn't want to mess with him. For the longest time I just left it in the trash bag, so I couldn't waste it. However, I decided about 3 months ago that I wanted to use it as a comforter on my bed. I loved the comforter so much that I redecorated my room to match the comforter. Although I'm always worried about it getting dirty, I think Mama Opal would be very happy that I put it to good use. If I had to leave my room in a panic and could only take one item with me, my comforter would be the first item I would choose. I appreciate and cherish my quilt more than any other item I own. Its value is more than any amount of money could pay for another quilt. When I look at the quilt, I can't help but smile, because I think of all the memories I have with Mama Opal and the effort she put into making it for me. Even though she is no longer with me today, I can lie under this quilt and remember